In nine worlds remember, nine trees, the great central tree, beneath the earth. All that and soundings of whales, whole whales, from big sea. In the future thought of now, posted to believeable, grand lakes proved wetter, mud more desperate. No imagination could contain the legend of dull red hats. Only encumbered words, like Satan’s last year shoes. We feel the waves of sinking. Each word has been plain and itemized, collated as belief.
Walking is not walking if Gertrude chooses not to walk. The premise: Gertrude Stein is not walking. She may be on a boat, not walking, crossing the wide ocean sea. Leaving inevitable France but not walking. Dramatic but not walking. Sentenced but not walking. There were days of walking but not this day. Reading or just looking but not walking.There were sentences full of walking but not walking. Talking maybe but not walking in or out. A time lived and walking was done then if not now. It was a doing and it was a done. Not forgetting Alice who may have had walking done or even doing. The annals say Leo Stein walked along, up to and including the degree of not walking, along. Those flower names walked along, Matisse, Picasso, Laurencin, in varieties. An adding war or two closed or opened anything jump. Apollinaire in the historical. Languages of shapes and sizes bounding for just the time and a little beyond. And that was the how sentence. In that time but also forward until readi...
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